Bottom Up歌词

歌曲名:Bottom Up  歌手:Wiz Khalifa  所属专辑:《The Chronic》

介绍:《Bottom Up》是由Wiz Khalifa演唱的歌曲,该歌曲收录在Wiz Khalifa的《The Chronic》专辑之中,如果您觉得该歌曲好听的话,就把这首歌分享给您的朋友一起支持Wiz Khalifa的Bottom Up的吧!

Bottom Up歌词

Yeah
Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl...)
Leggo

Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up

Two Ferraris parked outside
I call them Solange and Beyonce
Yellow *****es, Kelly Rowlands
Stole that line from Kanye
Stupid icy, stupid icy
Sharper than a pocket knife
All my *****es love me
Like Pac, I live a thug life
[?] with the champions
I hold it like a trophy
I'm trippin', lookin' at my ring
I start thinkin' of Kobe
I'm lookin' for a small-waist
Long hair star
I stole that line from Soulja Boy
I'm standin' on the bar

Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up

Uh, hundred thousand dollars worth of champagne
Now you and your girl screamin' "Taylor Gang"
Diamonds in the man swingin' from my chain
Leave straight from the club, put you on a plane
Fly you different places, faces in my bankroll
Giant paper, so we drinkin' by the caseload
I think I'm Mr. T, rockin' all this gold
Or Eazy E, ****in' all these hoes
And my outfit is Louis-that, Louis-this
Stay losin' bottle, count these lames out here losin' chicks
My **** disturb the peace, that's word to Ludacris
Get in Hollywood, now I need a clueless *****
One who got a couple dollars, rock the newest ****
A fly *****, ride with me, you'll be a stewardess
There'll be one in your hand if you ain't got a cup
Get you back to my crib, lil mama, then it's

Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up

Bottom UpLRC歌词

Yeah
Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl...)
Leggo

Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up

Two Ferraris parked outside
I call them Solange and Beyonce
Yellow *****es, Kelly Rowlands
Stole that line from Kanye
Stupid icy, stupid icy
Sharper than a pocket knife
All my *****es love me
Like Pac, I live a thug life
[?] with the champions
I hold it like a trophy
I'm trippin', lookin' at my ring
I start thinkin' of Kobe
I'm lookin' for a small-waist
Long hair star
I stole that line from Soulja Boy
I'm standin' on the bar

Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up

Uh, hundred thousand dollars worth of champagne
Now you and your girl screamin' "Taylor Gang"
Diamonds in the man swingin' from my chain
Leave straight from the club, put you on a plane
Fly you different places, faces in my bankroll
Giant paper, so we drinkin' by the caseload
I think I'm Mr. T, rockin' all this gold
Or Eazy E, ****in' all these hoes
And my outfit is Louis-that, Louis-this
Stay losin' bottle, count these lames out here losin' chicks
My **** disturb the peace, that's word to Ludacris
Get in Hollywood, now I need a clueless *****
One who got a couple dollars, rock the newest ****
A fly *****, ride with me, you'll be a stewardess
There'll be one in your hand if you ain't got a cup
Get you back to my crib, lil mama, then it's

Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up